Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

It used to be occasional—slipping in during trauma or blackout.

Now it was constant. Whispering in mirrors. Giggling in the silence. Finishing her sentences.

"Don't you see?" Mara said in her head. "You were looking for me. All this time. Isn't that romantic?"

"I'm not like you," Allie whispered aloud.

She clutched the bathroom sink, breathing hard. Sweat dripped into the porcelain.

But when she looked back, the mirror had fogged.

In the center, drawn by an invisible finger:

Chapter Fifteen – Allie